My Wife Left Us, Calling Our Son a ‘Burden’ – 10 Years Later, She Showed Up and Destroyed My Life Again
When my wife Vanessa returned a decade later, leaving my injured child and me behind with a terrible secret, I was forced to make a tough choice. The fact that our families were intertwined was the most important reason I clung to Aiden. As I looked around the living room, I saw that Aiden’s toys and medical equipment were all over the place. The air was heavy with silence. That morning, Vanessa made some remarks that lingered in my mind.
“James, I’ve had enough of this. Give me back my life, please.”
“Excuse me, what do you mean?” My question was an effort to process the shock.
“Well, Aiden… He is a pain, even if I love him. I’m all set to go.”
“So, how exactly are you able to say that?” I couldn’t raise my voice. And we call him son! However, her mind was already made up. Gathering her belongings, she strode away.
That day, Aiden and I took on the role of parents to him.
“Would you want to play with the blocks, my friend?” My call to Aiden came as he was positioned in his wheelchair close to the window. His wide smile matched the radiance in his eyes.
“Dada, blocks!” he shouted, his hands fluttered, and surrounded by laughter. I set the blocks out in front of him and watched as, with his mobility severely limited, he tried to stack them. This is the kind of thing that gives me strength. Seeing Aiden flourish lifted all of my burdens, including exhaustion, financial difficulties, and sleeplessness.
Brian dropped by one night with a six-pack. “Hey, are you still standing?”
I explained that I was doing my best. “It’s not a picnic.”
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